Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.